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The Taking of Elizabeth: Chapter 4

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Fiction

The Girl in the Yellow Swimsuit

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Fiction

Julia helps a neighbour (Part 1)

In this story Julia is 28 and has been married
for five years. She lives with her well-to-do but dull
and jealous husband Henry in a villa in the village of Innbury. Julia helps a neighbour – Part 1
The first time Jacques, the teenage son of Julia’s half-sister Anne, had
come to stay with her and her husband Henry, he had formed a close
friendship with Derek Hawthorn, a boy of his own age across
the road.
Like most of the boys in the neighbourhood, young Derek had
the hots for Julia and fantasised constantly about her. She
loved to flirt with youngsters and tease them, and wild
rumours circulated among the local boys about her being a “spunk freak”
who jerked and sucked off teenagers she picked up around the village or
in the woods near the high school. Some claimed she would “go all the
way” and let boys fuck her if they turned her on enough.
There was more than a little truth in these rumours. Julia was
a compulsive adultress, and cheating on her much older husband gave her
a perverse kick, particularly if she did it when he was around and she ran
the risk of being caught. But although she fucked frequently with men she
fancied when her husband was at work, her favourite pastime was exciting
young boys and letting them grope her off while they squirted their spunk
on her.
Like Jacques, who also adored her and was later to
have an ‘affair’ with her, Derek was a good-looking lad and
high on Julia’s list of boys she wanted to “play” with. She only
needed the excuse and opportunity to be alone with him at
home. He was infatuated with her and sometimes the way he
looked at her with longing in his soft eyes made her juices
run with desire for him. Everything about her seemed to
increase his longing, her smiles and glances, her hair, her
perfume, her pretty clothes. Every time he came to the house when
Jacques was there she encouraged him to stay for dinner.
On these occasions she touched him and brushed against him
casually at every opportunity. She gave both boys quick
glimpses under her skirt and posed her slim legs provocatively
when she sat on the sofa, smiling secretly when she caught one
of them looking at them. The fact that her husband was there
made it more exciting to tease the boys and it turned her on
to think that they would probably lie in bed later
masturbating while they thought about her.
Because of Derek’s friendship with Jacques it was natural that
she should get to know Derek’s mother and she did all she
could to foster a friendship although she thought Mrs.
Hawthorn was a bit of a prude and a bore. Before long they
were visiting each other’s homes fairly regularly for coffee
and social chitchat.
Derek soon realised that Mrs. Calder usually visited on
Wednesday nights and he made a point of being there, sitting
in a corner opposite her pretending to read a book but
secretly looking at the smooth legs she always crossed
obligingly for him.
One Wednesday Julia was unusually randy. When she saw Derek
passing the house during the day she had an overwhelming
desire to suck his cock and immediately decided she would
visit his mother that night and invent an excuse to lure the
boy to her own house the following day.
After she had washed the dinner dishes she went upstairs to
change, wanting to look as feminine and fetching as possible
for her young admirer. She put on a thin gauzy summer dress
over a full-length slip, smoothed on her sheerest stockings
and slipped her little feet into her favourite white high-
heeled sandals,
Henry was already ensconced before the TV set and knowing
where she was going, hardly bothered when she called “I’m off
to Mrs. Hawthorn’s and I’ll probably be late.”
Derek was in his usual corner. When he saw her he drew his
breath in and flushed. Julia laughed. “Hello Derek. Do you
like my dress then?” Mrs. Hawthorn, not realising what she was
up to, complimented her on it, adding that she could never get
away with anything like that.
As she disappeared into the kitchen to make the coffee, Julia
turned with a sly suggestive smile towards the boy. His eyes
were glued to her crossed legs. She twisted her slim ankle,
rotating her slender high-heel. Then, lifting the leg slightly
towards him she leaned forward and slid her hand slowly down
over her pale transparent stocking. The nylon whispered
huskily under her fingers as she drew them up again even
slower, caressing herself. He flushed with arousal as he
watched her. She laughed again softly.
“Jacques is coming back on Friday and he’s staying over the
weekend.” She gave him a little secretive knowing smile. “So I
suppose you two will be getting up to your tricks again.” He
flushed again. Did she know about their visits to the dirty
backstreet bookseller in Barencester and the second-hand sex
magazines they bought together and swapped? Surely not… But
if she did she didn’t seem to disapprove…
“Why don’t you come over tomorrow morning – about 10 – and
help me get things ready for him? I’m going to need some help
shifting the furniture.” She raised an inquiring eyebrow and
as he hesitated she recrossed her legs, her fragile stockings
rasping softly. “Okay,” he nodded, excited tremendously by the
idea that he would be alone with her in the house. Her liquid
eyes flashed briefly as she smiled approval of his decision.
Julia settled it all with Derek’s mother over coffee. “I’ve so
much to do, and he can be such a help in the garden and with
shifting the furniture for me upstairs.”
“Well, he doesn’t help me much,” complained Mrs. Hawthorn and
Julia laughed.
The evening passed pleasantly until Derek’s father, suddenly
appeared home from the pub. It was Julia’s cue to leave. Hugo
Hawthorn, like his son, fancied her in no uncertain terms.
When she had come to Roberts Avenue there were rumours that she
fucked regularly with Hank Johnson, an unemployed builder who
lived opposite the Calders and had helped her husband to
renovate the house. Rumour had it too that the Johnsons had
left the neighbourhood after Mrs. Johnson had caught the two
together fucking like animals on her living-room couch.
The whispered gossip both enflamed Hugo’s lust and made him
jealous. Hank Johnson, although lean and lascivious, was far
from good-looking and Hugo was convinced that if Julia wanted
cock badly enough to screw with him, he must certainly have a
chance of sticking his dick into her now that the Johnsons had
left. As a result he was always making suggestive remarks to
her, and although she had never responded, he was convinced he
only needed to make a bold physical pass at her to get her
into bed.
Julia, of course, was well aware of this. Although he was
rather short and on the heavy side, he was strongly-built and
reasonably good-looking and she had often thought of doing a
turn with him when she was in the mood for a good hard
shafting. But Julia had lovers galore and in the meantime it
amused her to tease him and keep him simmering for her for a
while. She knew that he would eventually become so frustrated
he would make an open pass at her and she also knew that if he
touched her she would probably let him have his way with her.
Hugo had come home from the pub early because he knew Julia
would be there. The drink had not only stimulated his lust but
added to his determination to make a proper pass at her.
“Well, it’s the lovely Mrs. Calder,” he boomed as he entered
the room. “You’re looking particularly appetising tonight,
Julia, if I may say so.”
Julia who had stood up ready to go looked coolly at him as he
undressed her with his eyes. “You may say so, Hugo. But I have
to get along now.”
“Ah, got a date, have we?” he leered.
“No,” said Julia turning to Derek. “But we have one tomorrow,
don’t we Derek?” He nodded emphatically while his father
scowled. “So don’t be late will you? We’ve got lots of things
to do…”
She turned to go. As she passed Hawthorn she smelt the beer on
his breath. “Let me see you out,” he said as he opened the
door to the hall. “I’ll manage fine,” said Julia, suspecting
that he was finally going to make a pass at her in the
darkened hallway. Ignoring her refusal he followed her into
the hall closing the living-room door behind him. As she stood
waiting for him to open the front door she felt his hand touch
then grope over her buttocks. She let him feel her and,
encouraged, he moved closer.
“If you ever need a hand when Henry’s not there, I’m willing
to come,” he whispered throatily. He arched his hips gently.
He had a hardon – a big one – and Julia felt it nudge her hip
as she half turned round towards him. She deliberately leaned
against it, resisting a sudden urge to feel it with her hand.
“Mmmm… You’re making it hard for me, Hugo,” she laughed
teasingly. “I like men with big muscles who come when I want
them to.” She hadn’t moved away and his hand was still on her
buttock. He tugged her against his cock which was now fully
erect. Julia’s breath quickened as she wriggled slowly against
it as if to escape.
“Hot little cock-teasing slut!” Hawthorn whispered hoarsely.
“I know how you fuck about when Henry’s at work, how Hank
Johnson used to slip across the road every day and shag the
shit out of you. Just give me the chance to stick this in you
and I’ll give you a fuck you won’t forget.” He ground his
stiff cock against her belly. In spite of herself it aroused
her beyond the point of caution. She gave a breathless laugh
and reached down to touch it.
“Show me it!” she taunted as his trembling hands pawed her
slender body, sliding her gauzy dress around on the smoothness
of her slip. Her breathing became hot and shallow. “If you
take it out I’ll jerk you off,” she panted.
He thought she was still teasing him and he shivered with lust
and frustration. “Bitch! You know I can’t here. Come outside
round the back and do it.” But to his surprise Julia was
serious and he broke out in a sweat as her slender fingers
ripped down his zipper and burrowed inside his trousers.
“No, here,” she panted, now turned on tremendously by the
situation. “I want to do it here… while she’s in there.” She
nodded at the living-room door.
His thick cock was out in her little hand now, erect, hot and
pulsing. Expertly she slid back his foreskin with one hand and
licked the palm of the other.
“Uhh… big hot dick!” she breathed in genuine admiration,
watching his face as she smoothed her moist palm back and
forth round the flared ridge of his glans.
“Jesus!” he gasped, his face growing purple as she
simultaneously pumped her left hand up and down his rigid,
rippling meat while she skilfully massaged his slippery
swollen knob under her palm and between her forked knuckles.
It would normally have taken fifteen to twenty minutes to jerk
off a man of his age with a cock this size. But Julia was a
pastmaster in the art of masturbation and knew she could do it
in less than ten. She also knew from long experience that the
faster she did it the thicker and whiter his spunk would be
when it came, and that turned her on even more.
She continued to use both hands on him, twisting and pumping
the thick rippling muscle relentlessly while she watched his
face intently, eyes gleaming lasciviously in the shadows.
For five minutes the only sounds in the darkened hall were of
heavy irregular breathing, the rhythmic squelch of Hawthorn’s
penis, the soft rasping of Julia’s stockings and the
occasional scrape of her high heel on the floor as her slim
legs rubbed together in her growing excitement.
In a few more moments her slender wrist began to ache but she
could tell from the convulsive muscular spasms that it
would not be long now before she made him ejaculate. In the
shadows she could see the sweat gleaming now on his brow as he
grunted and strained, trying to fuck in her fist.
“Come on… squirt!” she hissed between clenched teeth,
trembling with excitement in the knowledge that his wife could
come into the hall at any minute and catch them. “Give…
it… to me!… Uhhh-hh… God!… Shoot!… Shoot your
spunk!”
Suddenly Julia froze as Hawthorn’s wife called from the
living-room, “Hugo, do you want this coffee?”
“God, don’t stop!” he gasped. “I’m… I’m nearly there…”
With a whimper of excitement Julia sank down till her face was
level with his cock. “Do it then!” she panted urgently.
“Squirt it in my mouth…” Eagerly she stuffed the rigid,
wildly jerking meat between her teeth, dropping her jaw as far
as she could to accommodate it.
“Oh, my God!” he groaned feeling her tongue flicker urgently
on the underside of his knob.
Julia queried his progress, gurgling incoherently. “Mmm?
Mmmmmpphhff?” He answered by clutching at her head. With a
shuddering groan began to squirt his load into her mouth.
Still pumping her hand on him, Julia gurgled in triumph as she
gulped at the thick warm slime flooding her mouth, coating her
tongue and sliding round her teeth.
“Hugo, what are you doing?” Mrs. Hawthorn called impatiently.
“I… I’m coming, dear,” Hawthorn called in a cracked voice.
Julia, trying not to laugh, began to choke as she continued to
gulp at the thick spunk clogging her throat. As soon as he was
finished she stood up wiping her mouth with the back of her
hand. Hastily he tucked away his half-erect penis and he had
just done up his zipper when the door opened. In a flash of
inspiration Julia pulled his head down on to her shoulder.
Mrs. Hawthorn gasped when she saw the bodies entangled in the
shadows. Coolly Julia said “I’m afraid he’s had a bit of a turn,
Betsy. I think he must have had too much at the pub. I thought
he was going to pass out for a minute but I massaged his heart
and I think he’s all right now.”
Mrs. Hawthorn pulled her husband round to face her. In the
light from the living-room he looked terrible. He was still
panting and trembling. His face was as white as a sheet and
masked in cold sweat.
“Good God, Henry! You look awful! We have to get you into
bed.” She turned to the living-room. “Derek!” she called.
“Your father’s ill. Come and help me get him upstairs.”
Derek appeared in the doorway and looked curiously at Julia.
She gave a helpless little shrug of her shoulders. “I’ll be
off then. I hope he’ll be better in the morning.”
She tried desperately not to laugh outright as Mrs. Hawthorn
thanked her effusively. “Thank you so much, Julia. I don’t
know what I’d have done if you hadn’t been here. I’m just
hopeless in these situations.”
“I’ll bet you are,” thought Julia. “Bet your husband’s never
come like that in YOUR mouth!”
It was still light when Julia stepped into the street again and
far too early to go home. The danger of being discovered in
such thrilling unexpected encounters always heightened her excitement,
sometimes to fever pitch, and although she had tried to appear
calm in front of Hugo and his wife, the craving itch of her
cunt and the gnawing of irrepressible hunger deep down in her belly
made it imperative that she find another cock soon to satisfy her lust…
any cock would do, so great was her need.
She looked left and right but the street was deserted. Her first instinct was
to go left and head for the woods near the school. If she could not
pick up someone there she could at least masturbate. But then
she remembered that Henry usually went there with the dog. So
she turned right and headed for the park, the side gate of which
was always open. Henry might go there too, but it was less
likely – he did not approve of the fornicating couples, voyeurs
and prostitutes who frequented the park at night. “If I hang
around the gate,” she thought. “I can pretend I’m a hooker…”
Suddenly a figure turned the corner ahead of her and her heart
leapt with excitement. It was Frank Williams and she knew her
problem was over. Frank and his pretty young wife Fiona had come
to live further down the avenue only a month or so before and as
soon as Julia saw him she had fallen for him. He was slim, fairhaired
and blue-eyed and in his early thirties, and every night he passed their
house walking the most beautiful long-haired pedigree Pyr?an dog
she had ever seen… so big and beautiful that, if it had been there
when she’d first left the Hawthorns’ house, she would have let it fuck
her… had not his master appeared.
Julia had soon worked out what time Frank passed her house each
night, always looking in briefly through the big picture window where
she stood in her slip every morning, after Henry had gone to work,
smoking and watching young boys pass on their way to school. He
did that because he had seen her too and was thrilled by her looks
(although he did not yet know of her reputation).
Determined to meet him, Julia one night went out earlier than usual
with Spot, her short-haired black and white mongrel. She timed it to
perfection and shortly after she was far enough from the house not to
be seen, Frank came up behind her. “You’re Mrs. Calder, aren’t you?”
he said. Julia gave him her most winning smile and said “Yes” while
her hot caramel eyes looked into his and silently said “Fuck me if you
want!” From then on he was lost…
They had walked together to the end of the avenue, then turned into
the deserted road leading to the school. There he tentatively slipped
his arm round her waist. Not only did she not object but she slipped
her arm around his as well, gently pulling him in behind the high
hedge that bordered the road. In a moment they were kissing hotly
like teenage schoolkids. Feeling his erection against her lower belly,
Julia suddenly withdrew her tongue from his mouth and gently
pushed him away. They were both still holding the dogs. Frank’s was
called Boss and was much the older, but sweet and patient as Spot
frisked around him. Julia laughed softly. “They seem to like each
other,” she said. “What a pity Spot isn’t a girl! We could have
watched them fucking while we did it ourselves!”
It was then that Frank first realised what a hot and shameless slut Julia
really was and it made him as horny as hell. He took Spot from her
and tied both dogs up to a little tree. When he turned again to her she
was smiling the little smile all women would have recognised as the
“Gotcha!” smile. This time when he pulled her into his embrace her
mouth was open and waiting for his tongue and, as he kissed her, her
hand fell down immediately into his crotch, unzipping his trousers.
He pulled his mouth away briefly while she extracted his cock,
nuzzling her throat under her soft perfumed hair. “Oh God!” he
panted. “You’re so beautiful… I want to fuck you!”
“I know, darling,” she whispered softly, while she stroked his erection
with an expertise he had never encountered before. “But we don’t
have time…” Whereupon she slid down slowly onto her knees on the
grass and took his cock in her mouth. “Oh sweet Jesus!” he thought
as she brought him to his climax. “Fiona is good, but this is fucking
fabulous!” Suddenly she had pulled his hot spasming cock from the
warm butter of her mouth and was rubbing it over her face while she
fingered herself furiously under her skirt. As she well knew, he could
control himself no longer and his spunk spurted over her eyes, nose
and mouth as she mewled in a squirming gasping orgasm…
For one reason or another, they had not been able to see each other
alone since. But all this flashed through Julia’s mind as she ran
diagonally across the deserted avenue to stop him before he reached
her house – something else had flashed through her mind as well when
she had glanced briefly at her window and seen the light of the
television flickering in the sitting-room.
Halfway across the road the heelstrap of her white high-heeled sandal
slipped off. She did not stop to hitch it up again but continued, half-
running, half-hopping, her slender heel scraping on the ground, to
where Frank stood waiting for her with a broad smile of pleasure.
“Julia, how wonderful!” he exclaimed running his eyes over her pretty
dress and stockinged legs. “You look absolutely fabulous! What
have you been up to dressed like that?… Are you going to walk the
dog?”
“God, what simpletons men are!” Julia thought. “Instead of saying
‘I’d like to fuck you and squirt my come on that dress!’ he says ‘Are
you going to walk the dog?'”
“No darling, it’s Henry’s turn tonight!” she said breathlessly. His eyes
denoted his disappointment. “Listen…” she continued urgently, “I
need to fuck… you understand… f.u.c.k – fuck, fuck, FUCK!!!”
He looked at her in astonishment. “You mean… ?… When then?
Julia nearly shouted at him in frustration “Now!… Can’t you see?” she
panted.
She was looking up at him with hot urgent eyes. They were hooded
and molten with unashamed lust, slightly puffed up, with dark half-
rings under them. Fiona always squinted slightly when she was hot,
but this was something different. He had never seen such hot spunk-
hungry eyes before and his cock stiffened like a tentpole in his
trousers at the sight. “Sure!” he said. “But where?”
Julia sighed with relief. At least she knew now it was going to happen!
“Just stay right there,” she breathed, “and when I wave to say the
coast is clear come after me and sneak quietly round the corner… but
DON’T go near the window ’cause Henry might see you!”
“Okay,” said Frank, still a little puzzled, but in for anything if he could
just get his cock into this lovely bitch’s hot hole. She went off ahead
of him and at her house she tiptoed round the corner out of sight.
Suddenly her head appeared again and she waved him on, her finger
against her pretty mouth in a shushing gesture.
When he too crept round the corner she was standing at the door of
the Calders’ big double garage which was slightly ajar. She
summoned him with a crooked finger and, as he went up the path as
quietly as possible, she disappeared, leaving the door half open for
him.
It was dim inside and he felt her brush past him and close the door
silently. Now it seemed totally dark… Suddenly she was against him,
clinging to him like a hungry leech, pushing him against the wall,
panting and writhing against his erection. He clutched her buttocks
sliding her soft gauzy dress up and down over the smoothness of her
slip. He felt her hot breath on his cheek and bending his head he
searched for her mouth in the dark with his.
When he found it she did not kiss him but began to lick him, like
Boss sometimes did to Fiona… over his lips, his nose, his cheeks,
panting and moaning as she did so. No woman had ever done this to
him before – and nothing had ever aroused him so much. And all the
the time she was tearing at his trousers trying to open his zipper
which had stuck. “Oh fuck!” he thought. “I’m going to come in my
pants if she can’t get them open!” But suddenly she broke free and
while he unbuckled his belt and wriggled to get his trousers down he
heard her open a door of the big sleek car he had glimpsed when he
entered.
“Here, Frank!” he heard her whisper urgently. By now his eyes were
growing accustomed to the gloom and dimly he saw the vague
shimmer of her pink dress beside the open door of the car. With his
trousers finally round his knees he shuffled towards her. She clutched
his arm with both hands. “In here… and shut the door!” she panted.
“Do it to me in here… in his car!”
He climbed in and pulled the door shut, half falling on top of her as
she lay squirming and panting on the back seat. Her cool slim
stockinged legs hooked round his back as he searched for her mouth
while his hand groped blindly up under the dress and silky slip she
had already pulled up almost to her waist. This time she did kiss him
– a wild wanton kiss in which her tongue squirmed like a thick dying
fish in his mouth. “Mmghh… fuggmeee” she mumbled between
gasping snatches of breath.
Desperately he tried to push his fingers in her cunt, but there was
something there already, like a thin slimy piece of silk rope. Suddenly
he realised it was her knickers and cursing he hooked his finger under
them and dragged them down onto her upper thighs. She wailed then
sobbed as he freed himself from the slithering clutch of her legs and
pulled them down all the way until they were dangling round one of her
high heels.
By now he felt as if the hot spunk boiling in his balls would explode
any moment. Her hands reached out in the dark and clutched his
shirt, almost tearing it as she dragged him down between the legs she
had now splayed wide open to receive him.
He no longer bothered about licking her cunt or poking her with his
fingers – she was so hot she would probably have had an orgasm as
soon as he did. Instead he squirmed up between her thighs, cock in
one hand. He had no trouble in finding her cunt in the dark. As soon
as he felt the wet heat of it against his hand he ran his throbbing
erection up into her. She gave a little squeal, biting on the back of her
hand to stifle a scream, while her whole body began to thrash to and
fro under him in a frenzy of lust. He began to shag her steadily, his
cock sliding easily and swiftly to and fro between the soft puffy lips
of her slippery hole, which alternately gaped and sucked on his rigid
meat like a wet hungry mouth.
She was gasping now, clinging tightly round his neck as his forceful
thrusts knocked the breath from her and slid her to and fro on the
smooth leather. As he continued to fuck her, her panting grew harsher
and faster, her moaning louder as the tension in her slender quivering
body built up continuously. Although he felt little in the squelching
swamp of her fuck juice, it made it easier for him to prevent himself
from coming before she did.
Soon she began to hiss and chant a stream of hoarse obscenities,
seeming to have forgotten where they were and the need to keep
quiet. “Do it… harder… deeper…. wan’ your … uhhh… big stiff dick…
deeeep… in my hot cunt,” she wailed deliriously. “Wan’ a… uhh…
hard…dirty fuck..!”
.
“Jeesus!” he breathed and sliding his hand under her buttocks he
stuck his middle finger into her asshole. As it slid in easily past her
sphincter to the knuckle he recognised she had had it in there often
before. She yelped approval, writhing voluptuously as he abused her,
his cock now spasming and twitching uncontrollably inside her.
“Oh God… going… going to… cumm, Julia!!! The knowledge seemed
to excite her to the ultimate brink of orgasm. “Oh.. uhh… uhh…” she
panted as he rammed his cock deep into her and held it there
twitching violently.
“Give it …to meee… fill.me… with your… hot cummm!!!” she
squeaked, her body arching up, taut and quivering, her cunt gaping
and hollow like a cave. “Ohh… fuck!!” he groaned as his spunk
squirted into her again and again… and again…
Just as he did so the door into the back garden was thrown open with
a bang and the garage was suddenly flooded with light. “Holy fuck!”
Frank hissed falling down on Julia and covering her mouth
desperately with both hands… But he was too late. She was already in
the throes of a massive orgasm, her cunt dilating and squirting a flood
of hot fuck juice round his wilting cock, on to his thighs and over the
leather upholstery. He pressed his hands down tighter on her mouth,
just in time to stifle a scream as she convulsed and gushed again.
“Mmmmrrrggghhh…” she gurgled under the gag and finally collapsed
under him, writhing and shuddering as yet another spasm seized her…
Suddenly the light went out and the door banged shut again. It
seemed that Julia hadn’t even noticed the interruption. But she had.
She lay back panting and squirming languidly as she fingered her now
empty but greasy cunt.
“Who the hell was that!?” Frank queried. “It was Henry, darling,” she
replied coolly. “He’s going out with Spot now – and I forgot that the
leash is always kept on a hook inside the garage door…”
“Holy fuck! I nearly died of fright” She laughed softly. “I thought I
would die coming! Wasn’t it just so absolutely thrilling – you squirting
your spunk in me like that in his car while he actually stood there not
five yards away!! God, I’ve never been so excited!!”
His spunk had run out of her cunt now on to the black car seat.
“Oooo isn’t it lovely?!” she crooned. “But we have to get cleaned up
now before he comes back!”
“I have to dash, Julia,” Frank said. “I still have to take Boss out!”
She took him to the door that had opened so suddenly. “Go out
through the garden then, darling. There’s a gate into the little lane that
goes past your house.
Half an hour later Frank left his own house with Boss on the leash.
He went up the avenue again past Julia’s house presuming, from what
she had told him once about her husband disapproving of the
prostitutes in the park, that Henry would have gone the other way to
the woods. He was only 10 or so yards away from the end of the
avenue when who should come round the corner but Henry Calder.
“Oh shit!” Frank thought, intending to walk past him. But as soon as
Spot saw Boss he began springing on his leash while Boss’s big
heavy tail swished from side to side in pleasure at this encounter with
little friend.
The two men stopped as the dogs sniffed at each other. “They seem
to like each other,” Frank said lamely, recalling Julia’s words. He was
not anxious to converse with the man whose wife he had just fucked.
Henry too was anxious to be gone. He had been away much longer
than normal and didn’t want questions asked at home. He tugged
impatiently at Spot who was unwilling to leave and during their little
skirmish something red, light and flimsy fell from his pocket and
landed silently on the pavement. Still occupied with his unruly dog
Henry did not notice it and Frank wheeled Boss round over it and
said “Sit!” which, as always, he did immediately. Henry finally moved
off tugging Spot behind him. Boss remained sitting while Frank
stooped, pretending to talk to him, but actually squinting sideways
down the avenue. As soon as Henry had turned into the path up to
his house Boss stood up and Frank picked up what Henry had lost.
It was a pair of pretty little red lace knickers – still warm… and wet.
“Well, well, well!” he mused. “I bet he’s been in the park after all!” He
stuffed the knickers into his own pocket and walked on with Boss.
“Wow!” he thought. “Maybe Julia’s husband has a secret life as well!”
END (Part 1)

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Fantasm

Heather’s Dilemma Chapter 2

I wasn’t planning on any updates to this story, but do to the overwhelming messages and emails I decided to write two more chapters. Thanks to all and to those who helped me find the original story.

True Story

The Club Aphrodite

What follows is a true story. I originally wrote it over 30 years ago and has sat in an archive for which frankly, I had no plan. Just as the archive seemed destined for destruction with my eventual demise, unexpectedly my personal circumstances changed. I had been retired for over ten years when, without warning, my wife decided to divorce me. Although English Law allowed her to clear of with the loot, it did at least release me from an obligation which, for her sake, I would never have dared publish. [/b] The story is loosely about live sex shows. In spite of a fantasy ambition I never was a porn star and although publishing this story would have embarrassed my wife, I do not intend to do likewise to my former employer. As to exactly why I was in Berlin will therefore remain undisclosed to the reader.[/b]

Fiction

Alicia Saves Her Mother’s Job

Alicia Saves Her Mother’s Job
By rutger5 (An Original Story Copyright 2011)
“No I understand that it has to be done. Once I make my final decision I’ll let you know who as well as informing the person affected. By Friday it will be finished Mr. Johnson. No it is very unfortunate that it’s come to this I agree. Yes sir I will speak to you soon.”
After I heard the click on the other end I hung up the phone and just sat there for a minute thinking. When I accepted my current position I understood that there might be times like this that I would be forced to do unpleasant tasks. Now I had a doozy ahead of me. The way the company did business left me with a limited choice and neither option was clear cut. I decided to follow the course I had discussed with Mr. Johnson, the company founder and president, as I felt under the circumstances it was the best way.
In spite of my decision I found myself sitting at my desk doing other work rather than taking the bull by the horns. Do it, I told myself, because no matter how hard it is for you it is much worse for the others involved. That steeled me enough to get up and head out of my office. Passing my administrative assistant Barbara on the way I walked out to the bullpen where the workers I supervised were located. Coming to the cubicle of the first person I needed to speak with I stuck my head in.
“Yes that is correct and if you have any future problems always feel free to call back. And thank you for doing your business with us. Good bye.”
Once she finished the call the woman looked up expectantly at me. This was going to be tough I knew.
“ Judy…ah Ms. Phillips, may I speak with you for a few minutes please?” I asked the woman before me.
A look of uncertainty flitted over her face after hearing how I addressed her but she quickly regained her composure and smiled at me.
“No problem Mr. Daniels, I’m free now” she replied.
“Would you please come to my office, it won’t take long” I told her.
She followed me to my office where I made sure to leave the door open. Though I didn’t wish anyone to overhear the conversation I felt it was prudent under the circumstances to make sure we weren’t alone unobserved. Once I sat behind my desk I looked up at Judy. She had joined the company around fourteen months ago and had done all that was asked of her so this wasn‘t easy.
“Please sit Ms. Phillips” I said indicating the seat on the other side of my desk. I observed her as she sat and I had to admit to myself she was still an attractive woman. Just north of forty years of age she had a voluptuous figure but dressed conservatively in keeping with our company dress code. A subdued light blue blouse buttoned to near her throat kept her ample bosom covered and a navy blue form fitting skirt that clung to her curves and reached her knees completed her clothing. Like many women she dyed her naturally dark hair a brassy shade of blonde and though it caught one’s eye, in my opinion, it would have looked better untouched. After she sat she giggled nervously as she was aware that something wasn’t right.
“This can’t be good if we’re formal Mr. Daniels” she sagely observed.
“No unfortunately it’s not for a good reason that we’re having this conversation. Let me cut to the chase then. As you may be aware the bad economy has been hurting this company’s bottom line for some time. The reason you found a job here was the person who held the position previously moved out of state. It wasn’t because the company was expanding at the time. The last quarter numbers are in and they are grim. I have been directed by Mr. Johnson that I have to terminate one of the workers I supervise.”
When I said that I saw all emotion drain from her face as she was confronted by the specter of the unemployment line.
“I understand Mr. Daniels” she said barely audible.
“Wait Judy” I told her “it isn’t certain that it will be you that goes. Hear me out first. The company policy is for the most part last in, first out. Exceptions can be made if a more senior worker is really doing a bad job but in this case I don’t think anyone under me is performing poorly. However you and one other worker started within a month of each other. So my choice has to be one of you and as of now I haven’t made my decision. To my mind you are both good workers and each of you brings some different strengths to the position but the unpleasant fact is one of you has to go. I’m letting you both know in case it was possible one of you might know of another position you could find plus when it happens I don’t want the affected party to be blindsided. I’m sorry about this and I’ll let you know my decision by Friday.”
“Thank you for that then sir. If you don’t need me then let me get back to my job while I still have one.”
She smiled wanly and stood up, doing her best to show no emotion. To be honest I was very impressed by her demeanor as I knew she was a single mother, with a daughter in her senior year of high school, and she was the sole supporter of the girl. Facing such uncertainty couldn’t be easy for her but she put on a brave front. As she left the office my eyes drifted to her shapely calves as well as her wide hips and large round posterior. Stop it I told myself feeling ashamed. Here I might be laying this woman off in less than a week and I had the nerve to check her out.
I waited a couple of minutes before again rising from my desk. No sense in putting it off, I might as well talk to the other employee now. The conversation followed a similar course with Chet Norris. The only thing I didn’t like was that he made a few disparaging borderline sexist comments about Ms. Phillips, as if as men we shared some solidarity because of that. I informed him that as far as I was concerned it was purely a numbers issue and that I wished neither had to go.
Truthfully I didn’t really blame him as I understood the situation he was in. Chet was divorced but he had a couple of kids who he paid support for and losing his job would not be a good thing. The problem for me, beyond the fact that I didn’t wish to fire either of them was that it really was a toss up. Flipping a coin or picking a card would resolve the dilemma as fairly as anything else I could do. Not wanting to think about it for a minute I decided to get a cup of coffee.
As I approached the company lunchroom I heard a voice speaking and I realized it was Judy Phillips. Since I didn’t hear any other voices I figured she was on her cell phone. That stopped me in my tracks as I didn’t wish to interrupt her call after our recent conversation. I turned to retrace my steps but I couldn’t help but overhearing some of what she said.
“Well thank God you didn’t buy that prom dress yet Alicia. What ever you do, don’t spend any money right now. No we can’t discuss it until I see you so it will have to wait until tonight. You’re not working, right? Okay wait at home for me baby because we really have to talk. Bye.”
Luckily I managed to reach my office before she returned to her desk and saw me. Her eavesdropped conversation only made me feel worse and I realized that I was feeling too much sympathy for her. If she was the one to go I couldn’t let my natural chivalrous inclinations overrule my head. It wasn’t until everyone had left for the day that I left my office again. Before she left my assistant Barbara spoke to me. Peering at me over her glasses she shook her head slowly first.
“You have to not let the pressure get to you Peter.”
“Easy for you to say, I’m the one who has to do it” I replied. As I was speaking Barbara bit her full lip.
“If you want I would do it for you but I doubt you’d let me.”
“No it’s my job and responsibility Barbara but thank you.”
“Good night then Peter and don’t stay too late.” She looked like she wanted to say something more but after standing in the doorway for a minute she turned and left.
I sat there around fifteen minutes before I roused myself to leave. Once I turned the lights off in my office I wandered through the bullpen. For some reason as I passed Judy’s cubicle I noticed the light on her phone flashing and I actually stepped in to answer it before I realized it was just indicating that a voicemail was saved. While there I couldn’t help but notice a couple of framed pictures sitting on Judy’s desk. One was of Judy and a young woman I presumed to be her daughter standing outside by a body of water. It was from a far distance so there wasn’t much detail of the two of them. They were both dressed in jeans and flannel shirts and it was probably taken on vacation.
The other was a head shot of her daughter in a standard school portrait style photo. She was smiling and her facial features certainly reminded me of Judy. The biggest difference was that Judy had a rounder, fuller face while her daughter’s was thinner, almost elfin. Also while Judy had bottle blond hair her daughter had long straight brown hair which complemented her big, brown eyes. Reluctantly I tore my eyes away from the pictures. I had no right to ogle the daughter especially when I might be firing her mother.
That night I went straight home and stayed in for the night. My sleep was interrupted a few times during the night but whatever disturbed me I can’t be sure of but I felt it was triggered by my unremembered dreams. At work on Tuesday I decided to not think about the looming lay off and work on other matters instead. The day moved much quicker and except for once where Judy had to consult with me over a client I was able to not think about it.
Wednesday followed the same routine but by the end of the day I couldn’t help but think about it. I really should make my decision by Thursday so I could appraise Mr. Johnson before announcing it on Friday. Again I was the last one out and this time I visited both Judy and Chet’s cubicles as if somehow this would make things clearer. It was another night I decided to forgo a trip to the fitness center and just head home.
While driving I realized I had no food at home so I decided to stop and pick up some fast food for dinner. It was early evening when I pulled into the lot for Burger-rama and headed inside. Surprisingly there was only one person ahead of me in line and in a minute I was at the counter ordering.
“Welcome to Burger-rama, may I take your order please?” the tiny young woman at the register said.
“Yes let me get the #4 combo with the side salad please” I replied my mind still preoccupied with work.
It took me another moment to realize that the woman was talking to me I was so distracted.
“Sir, what size drink do you want?”
“Medium” I said snapping to attention. As she rang up my order I looked at her and for some strange reason she looked familiar as if we’d met even though I’d never come here before.
“That’s $6.79 sir” she told me, so I handed her a twenty.
It was while she was getting my change that suddenly it hit me. In spite of the unflattering hat and polyester uniform recognition of who she was dawned in my brain.
“Oh my God, you’re Judy’s daughter” I blurted out.
She shot me a look like who the f are you and do you really know my mom? Not wanting to creep her out further I attempted to explain my outburst.
“I’m sorry for startling you but I work for the same company as your mother. You appeared familiar to me, and then I remembered your photo that your mother has prominently displayed on her desk.”
Her face lost the suspicious expression it had displayed and she smiled and for a second let me tell you it lit up the drab environ for a moment until the smile vanished as quickly as it appeared. As she handed me my change she studied my face as if it could give her the answer she sought.
“So you work with my Mom, huh? Funny she never mentioned she worked with any cute guys. Then you’ve probably heard some asshole is trying to fire her.”
I grimaced when I heard that statement but I couldn’t blame her up to a point. It was unlikely that Judy put it that way to her daughter but maybe she had. Either way it didn’t change things and if I was the villain then so be it.
“It’s not exactly like that but I understand where you are coming from.” I replied.
She handed me my bag while staring deep into my eyes.
“How is it then?”
“I’m the asshole” I told her “and I don’t want to lay off your mother or anyone else. But I’ve been ordered to let someone go by my boss and it is either your mom or one other worker. I wish it was neither but I don’t get to make that decision.”
After saying that I turned and left the store and headed to my car. It made more sense to eat in the parking lot than driving home as my burger would be stone cold before I arrived and nuked fast food is even worse than normal. Eating my food I stared straight ahead lost in a fog. Meeting Judy’s daughter only made it worse for my worried mind so once I scarfed down the burger I decided to go home where I could eat the salad. My hand reached for the key in the ignition when I heard a knock on the window. It startled me so much that I might have jumped if I wasn’t sitting down. As it was I managed to spill my iced tea all over myself.
Looking up I saw that it was Alicia, Judy’s daughter. I rolled down my window so she could talk to me as I attempted to blot my pants dry with a couple of napkins. She seemed to find that amusing and got a laugh at my expense.
“Hey can I talk to you a minute?” she asked.
“Sure” I answered.
As soon as I spoke she moved around to the passenger door and stood waiting until I unlocked the door. Alicia sat in the passenger seat and for the first time I really realized how tiny she was. Her feet barely reached the floor and her head didn’t reach the top of the seat. Once she made herself comfortable Alicia turned to me and spoke. Her words were rushed and came out in a breathless manner.
“First let me apologize for calling you an asshole even if I didn’t know at the time I was talking about you. My Mom kind of told me what is happening at the job but I’m just so pissed about it. After my parents divorced we moved here to the city for a new start and it was tough in the beginning on me. Now I have friends and a job even if it’s just in a fast food joint and things are okay and I wanted to start college in the fall. Now my Mom might lose her job. It just sucks is all.”
“Okay first thing is apology accepted, by the way my name is Peter Daniels and your nametag says you are Alicia, its nice to meet you. Listen, I understand that life isn’t fair and this is proof of that. No matter what I have to tell someone that they no longer have a job. If it works out for your mom then it will still be someone else kicked to the curb and I have to do it.”
“Well that is what I want to talk to you about. My Mom really needs this job and she really doesn’t know many people in the city who could help her find another one. I was wondering if there was ANYTHING I could do to convince you to keep her on.”
She fluttered her eyelashes at me as she said that but the next thing I knew was that I felt her hand touching my leg. It was tentative at first but as Alicia found her courage she squeezed it as her hand crept upward until it encountered both my package and my wet pants. Her big brown eyes met mine as she groped me between my legs.
“You’re all wet here from spilling your drink so maybe if I rub hard enough I can help dry your pants.”
It was pretty obvious what she meant and she immediately put her words into action. My manhood swelled in my trousers as her small warm hand vigorously worked back and forth on my growing bulge. Alicia smiled at me as her hand continued its rapid movement causing me to have an erection.
“Hmm it’s having a reaction, no doubt about that. Maybe what it really needs is some fresh air.”
The fingers on her other hand tugged at my zipper, pulling it down gently. This roused me to action as I’d just been sitting there in a state of shock while enjoying her manual stimulation. I pulled her hand from my zipper but her first hand slipped inside both my trousers and boxers. When Alicia touched my hard cock my resolve to resist her crumbled like a crushed cookie. She managed to work it out of my fly and into the light of day or rather evening.
“Nice piece” Alicia said in an apparently sincere tone before she leaned down and kissed the swollen head.
I let out a gasp at which point she turned her eyes up at me and winked. Her lips began kissing me up and down the full length of my erection. Alicia tugged at it now, freeing the whole length from its captivity and once it was all out she opened her lips wide and took it inside her mouth. Slowly she slid her wet lips down the skin as she swallowed more of me into her mouth. Her tongue was licking the underside just below the head and I could feel pre-cum seeping out of me into her welcoming mouth.
Alicia’s long hair cascaded down obscuring my view of what she was doing though I obviously could feel it fine. My hand pulled her strands of hair together so I could watch her head bob up and down on me. Alicia took me as deep as her mouth was able to and now worked her hand inside my fly so that she could fondle my balls. While she caressed them she increased the speed of her mouth on me as well when suddenly I felt my stomach tighten and my nuts tense up.
“I can’t take it – I’m cumming” I cried out but she took me even deeper when she heard this. It had been a while and I erupted with the force of a volcano. Alicia seemed surprised at the amount of thick, white spunk that filled her mouth but she doggedly continued sucking until my prick was spent. She had a big smile on her pretty face as she pulled off me and wiped away any stray bit of cum that escaped her mouth. She did a quick look in the mirror to make sure she hadn’t missed any and when satisfied of that fact her tongue sensuously ran along her red lips.
“How was that?” she asked me though we both already knew the answer.
“What can I say but incredible” I told her in reply.
“Do you think maybe my Mom can keep her job now?”
There was no way I could fight this at the moment so I just nodded affirmatively at her. Alicia smiled before leaning close to me where she could whisper in my ear.
“I’m on break now but I get off at nine. I’d like to thank you properly for what you’re doing so why don’t you pick me up then.”
She kissed me quickly and climbed out of the car and ran back toward the entrance as my eyes followed her closely. Damn, what have I let myself in for I thought to myself as I started the car. Once I reached home I did a fast tidying up of my apartment before jumping in the shower then changing my clothes to more casual ones.
The time was fast approaching nine when I pulled into the parking lot and pulled into a corner. In around ten minutes Alicia came out and headed over to me. Her long hair was now held in a pony tail with a scrunchy and she was wearing tight black jeans and a tee. The shirt fit her like a glove and though Alicia was pretty flat chested her nipples showed prominently making me believe she wasn’t wearing a bra. She slid next to me and greeted me with a kiss.
Her lips felt soft against mine and she now smelled of perfume, Poison I believe it was, as we kissed passionately. After a minute I broke our kiss as I was becoming very aroused making out with this tempting teenager.
“You know Alicia you don’t have to do anything more if you don’t want to” I stated.
“Oh but I want to. I got you off before so it’s only fair if you return the favor. Then once we’re even we can go from there because I love sex and being with older men.”
She snuggled against me as I started to drive and we hadn’t gotten far when her hand was teasing me by rubbing the inside of my leg. Part of me just wanted to floor the accelerator to get home faster but somehow I managed to follow the speed limit without crashing even with her distracting me by handling my equipment.
We had barely entered my apartment and locked the door when Alicia was all over me. Since I was a foot taller than she was I had to bend down to kiss her but before I had a chance to she was rubbing her body against mine while at the same time sliding her hand under my shirt. As her little hand moved across my flesh I positioned my leg between hers and pushed it against her mound. Alicia responded by grinding on my leg as our lips met again. With my arms wrapped around her my hands reached down and kneaded her buttocks. Though not large they were firm and well shaped and certainly not small for her frame.
Alicia broke our kiss and with a wicked grin took hold of her shirt hem and lifted the tee over her head revealing her torso. Her breasts as expected were two small bumps on her chest but her nipples were another story. They were pale pink, as large as marbles and definitely erect. I didn’t need an engraved invitation to spur me on but lifted her petite body and fastened my hungry mouth to her delectable treat. Now Alicia gasped as my teeth gently clamped on her while my mouth sucked on the areola and surrounding skin.
When I finally pulled my mouth free I noticed the pale breast flesh was reddened and flushed from where I had suckled. Wasting no time I turned my attention to her other nipple to which I gave the same attention. Alicia was squealing and squirming in my arms as I walked down the hall to my bedroom and not once did I release her bit from my mouth until I put her down on my bed.
Now I undressed, yanking my shirt up as I kicked of my shoes before unfastening then sliding my pants down and off. She had kicked her sneakers off but was having some difficulty in removing her jeans when I stepped in. My hands grabbed the material at which point I inexorably pulled them down her legs and tossed them aside. Alicia was now just wearing a tiny pair of red panties which inflamed me as if I were a bull.
I sprung on the bed landing next to her and making her laugh. My body covered hers and I managed to work my hips between her legs where I then humped against her panty covered mons. Alicia was breathing hard now as my burning lips traced a pattern on her slender neck and shoulders and before I knew it she locked her thin legs around my waist pushing me closer to her treasure.
My hips continued their rhythm of rubbing against her covered vulva and it was having a strong effect on Alicia. She was making little mewing noises while rocking her pelvis slightly to further enhance the pleasure she was receiving. My hip speed increased after which Alicia’s eyes clamped shut and she started to tremble gently. My teeth found her neck at which time she let out a moan and her muscles stiffened and tensed.
When she opened her brown eyes I feathered them with light butterfly kisses before tasting her sweet mouth. Her hands grabbed my butt and pulled me closer if that was possible. We kissed then and my tongue slipped between her lips where her tongue met mine and they entwined.
“Come on I want your big dick in me” she pleaded and though I intended to I also wanted to taste her essence first.
My lips began working down her body beginning at her throat and continuing across her collarbone before again briefly sampling her breasts but then continuing down. Next kissing down her flat tummy and probing her navel with the tip of my tongue before tracing the swell of her pubic bone and hip. Alicia parted her legs as widely as she was able to allow me total access down there.
My mouth bypassed her covered pinkness and instead my tongue ran along the soft skin of her inner leg until I reached her knee. Her rounded calf was the next body part to get my oral treatment after which I switched to her other calf. As my tongue worked its way to my desire I could see that her panties were soaked from the attention she had been getting. Now my fingers slipped under her waistband and with a strong tug I yanked them down exposing her most intimate area.
Now I was frozen and speechless as I beheld the charm of Alicia revealed. Her pussy was perfectly formed and proportioned for her body and the sheen from her juices only accentuated the beauty. She was pink of course with narrow lips that barely protruded from her pelvis and her core was soaked while a deeper shade of pink. Her pubic region was shaved and as hairless as a girls. I’m not sure how long I remained transfixed before Alicia nudged me with her foot impatiently.
That roused me from the spell I was under and wasting no more time I moved closer so that I could touch her with my eager tongue. It went straight to her opening like a heat guided missile where it probed her juicy goodness while delivering the intoxicating flavor to my taste buds. She was as delicious as ambrosia and I attempted to get my fill. I slurped away at Alicia, funneling her nectar to my waiting mouth but the more I licked her the more juice she produced.
Pausing for one moment I wet the tip of my thumb before resuming my liquid feast. Once my thumb started to rub her erect little nub Alicia’s body writhed in response, twisting about the bed but I continued to lick and fondle her. After bringing her to orgasm twice with this method her fingers worked through my short, dark hair and attempted to dislodge me but I refused to stop.
My jaw was beginning to ache now from its efforts but I still hadn’t gotten my fill of fragrant, tasty teenaged pussy. Working through my discomfort my tongue swirled in a circular motion buried inside her canal. It probed as deeply as it was able to reach, licking the woman sugar from her walls. When I felt her fingers tighten in my hair and her thigh muscles tense up my thumb increased its speed.
Alicia let out a moan as she climaxed and I finally moved. My tongue slipped out of her as my body moved into position, kneeling between her legs. Grasping my erection which felt harder than steel to me I pushed it to her gates of paradise. With one smooth motion I sank halfway inside her aided by the fact that she was soaked.
“Fuck” Alicia cried out as my thickness split her lips and worked deep. My arms hooked her legs underneath her knees and pushed them toward her chest further opening her charms to me. Slowly I worked deeper but since she was very tight it was slow going. Reversing course I pulled back until just my swollen head was in her. Then I drove hard almost working my full length in. One more time I pulled back and with the next thrust I bottomed out in her.
“Damn you’re filling me up with that big dick” she almost screamed at me but by this point I was almost in another world as her inner muscles clamped hard on me.
My body moved slowly, building a rhythm as I repeatedly sank to her womanly depths. A hand managed to find and tweak her nipple at the same time pleasuring Alicia even more. My speed increased as her pussy adjusted to my intrusion by stretching just enough to accommodate it while still fitting me like a glove.
Our flesh slapped together as my hips pumped my shaft in and out of her pink flower at an ever increasing pace. Both my hands now rested on the mattress giving me as much support as possible as I continued to pound Alicia hard and fast. My heart beat like a trip hammer in my chest as I slid in and out of her until I wondered how much longer I could last. Alicia’s nails raked across my back, the result of me once again pushing her to the heights of bliss.
With a few more deep thrusts I felt my own nirvana arrive as I swelled deep inside her. My body collapsed onto Alicia as I felt myself spraying her insides with my sperm. My body shuddered with relief as her pinkness milked me of every drop of cum inside me.
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The next afternoon I called Mr. Johnson and even though I had made my decision I was in a state of mental turmoil. As much as I’d enjoyed my session with Alicia it left me feeling guilty and troubled. I was so distraught that I was seriously considering resigning after announcing my decision. It wasn’t that keeping Judy employed was the wrong decision and I had been leaning that way for other factors. Still I had sex with Alicia with the understanding it would influence my decision and that seemed unethical to me.
“Barbara can you get me Mr. Johnson on the phone” I told my assistant through the intercom.
“Right away sir” was her reply.
While I waited for the call to be placed I decided to wait before announcing my resignation until some time passed so as not to jeopardize Judy’s position. Somehow I doubted that she had influenced her daughter to throw herself at me to secure her position. Under the circumstances I couldn’t blame Alicia but only myself for thinking with my small head.
“Mr. Johnson on line one sir” came Barbara’s melodic voice over the intercom interrupting my thoughts.
“Hello Mr. Johnson, I just wanted to inform you that I’ve made my decision. I thought I should inform you first and this way if you have any concerns you can let me know before I announce it tomorrow.”
“No, no Peter, I told you it was your call and I’m prepared to accept it whichever way it goes. So what’s it going to be?”
“For a couple of reasons I decided to retain Ms. Phillips and let Chet go. I believe with his contacts he’s more likely to find new employment quickly and also with his background in sales he’s more used to hustling.”
There was a moment of silence on the line before I heard chuckling on the other end.
“I tell you Pete sometimes it’s scary how people think alike. I was talking to my old friend Jeb Burnett and if you decided to go the way you’re going he informed me he had an opening for Chet. Of course if you went the other way it would have been your decision and I would have respected it. Good work my boy, talk to you soon and after you inform Chet tell him to come see me. Wait until tomorrow to tell him though so we can get the last bit of work out of him.”
After I hung up the phone I felt an immense sense of relief. Since my decision dovetailed with Mr. Johnson’s there was nothing to feel bad about although I knew it had been a close call on that. With a relieved mind I worked straight through the afternoon knowing that both employees would have jobs in the future. Since I felt I’d been slacking off a bit lately due to the distraction of the lay off decision I continued working beyond my normal quitting time as I completed a review of an employee project. I was just wrapping up with some comments onto my computers voice recorder when the sound of a knock interrupted me.
“Mr. Daniels may I speak with you a moment?”
Looking up from my desk I saw Judy Phillips standing at the doorway before me with an anxious expression on her attractive face. Stopping what I was doing I waved Judy into the room. As she came in I couldn’t help but notice that she pulled the door closed behind her and that her blouse had a number of unfastened buttons. My eyes were drawn to the valley of her ample cleavage like a fly lured by honey which she observed with a knowing smile. Instead of sitting Judy remained standing but she leaned toward me providing me with a view almost to her navel.
“Mr. Daniels might I speak frankly to you? I have always found you to be attractive and if not for the company’s frowning on office romances I surely would have invited you out for a drink, me being a lonely divorcee and all.”
“Judy I assure you this isn’t necessary…”
“Oh no Peter it is” as she said this Judy leaned so close that her breasts were inches from my face and as she did I felt one hand touch my knee while the other reached around to the back of my head. Pulling me forward my face was buried in her bountiful bosom effectively silencing me.
“And now with this possibly being the end of me working here I had to let you know as well as to give us both a chance to grab life with both hands possibly causing you to reconsider if I was the one to go.”
After saying that Judy’s hand moved from my knee higher up until it reached my already growing erection. For my part once my face came in contact with her soft skin and I inhaled deeply of her scent I was caught up in the moment and both my hands seized Judy’s big ass.
“Unbutton my blouse” she whispered and soon it was done showing her soft full figure to my hungry eyes. Judy reached her hand back and unhooked her bra before slowly allowing the straps to slide down her milky white shoulders. She waited a minute teasing me until she pulled the fabric away freeing her large breasts. Each was more than a handful and hung from the weight. Both the nipples and areolas were large and of a reddish hue and were standing at attention. When I tried to lean forward to bring my lips into contact with the mouth watering treats she put her hand up motioning me to stop and shook her head no.
“First I want you to drop your pants Peter and no arguing.”
Raising my ass a little off the chair allowed me to slip my pants down to my knees freeing my engorged member. It swayed as my body moved but was pointing straight upward.
“Judy about the job…” I began before she put her finger against my lips shushing me.
“Ssshh Peter, I don’t want to know yet. This is a one time thing, either I leave and never see you again or I stay and we can’t do this because of company policy. Well maybe if we both get drunk at the Christmas party we can kiss under the mistletoe or something. So lets just do this.”
After saying that Judy sank to her knees in front of me. Her hand reached out and took hold of me by the base while her red lips kissed their way up my thigh. When she reached my erection Judy continued holding it upright as the tip of her tongue touched the hot skin just above her hand and she proceeded to run it up my full length. Her course wasn’t a straight one but instead followed a zigzag route from base to head. Once at the summit she lapped up the clear liquid that had already leaked in anticipation.
“Mmm tasty” Judy purred as her tongue then plunged down the other side where it blazed a trail to the bottom. Next she licked it in a circular pattern actually going around and around as if it was a barber’s pole. Sometimes she used just the tip but also used the whole tongue but no matter how much it was Judy continued lashing me until I was mad with desire. My hand seized her dyed locks with the intention of directing her to a different tactic but Judy countered by placing her free hand against my midsection and resisting.
“What’s the matter Peter? Do you want me to suck your big hard on?”
“Please Judy I don’t know how much more I can take” I pleaded.
Her brown eyes met me and she smiled and the next thing she did was move her mouth above me and one more time her tongue flicked at my head making me groan. Then opening wide she took my head and the top of my shaft in her wet, willing mouth. With her lips wrapped around me it felt even better as her tongue teased my head. Judy inched downward until my head met the entrance to her throat at which point she pulled back. Her head started to bob up and down taking me as deep as her mouth was able with each movement. Her saliva coated my skin and her hand spread it my length as Judy stroked the portion of my cock which didn’t fit in her mouth.
Suddenly she pulled her head off me with a popping sound and once again her tongue ran along my sensitive underside. I looked down at her and discovered that her hand which wasn’t holding me was between her legs and making small movements there. Seeing where I was looking Judy suddenly stood then straddled me and raised her skirt. This revealed that her black panties were pulled to the side exposing her wet pussy. I had a quick glimpse of dark curly pubic hair and a large hard clit above her swollen lips until Judy lowered herself down.
Her hand still encircled my shaft and unerringly guided my manhood between her slick vaginal lips. She grunted as my wide head penetrated her opening but Judy didn’t pause at all on her descent. She slid down my pole until I was buried deep in her wetness and her breasts pressed to my face. As I kissed them she began to rotate her hips in a circular motion keeping my full length inside her hungry pussy.
My arms hugged her close as my hands held her lower back close to me allowing her to rock on my lap. Her internal muscles squeezed me as she moved around doing their best to push me to the release of orgasm. Her blowjob had stimulated me greatly and her powerful pussy muscles finished the job. After a particularly strong muscle contraction I felt myself swell as the white liquid heat flowed up my shaft and into Judy’s waiting delta.
“Yes Peter cum in me baby, that feels so good. How do I feel baby, not bad for a woman my age?”
“You are incredible Judy and what’s that about your age” I gasped as she continued to milk me.
“Well I certainly have some years on you. Are you even thirty? But either way you can thank my c-section for me staying nice and tight for you.”
“I’ll be thirty next year” I mumbled “ but you are certainly tight. I don’t think it will let me soften its got me so tightly.”
“Don’t even think about losing your hard on baby. Now its my turn baby, you’re young enough that you should be able to go again without resting first.”
Judy wrapped her arms around my neck and began to ride me hard. Now she bounced up and down, rising up until just my head remained in her honey pot before slamming down all the way. My hips began thrusting up to meet her on the way down making her moan like crazy. We continued like this until we were bathed in sweat in spite of the a.c. running.
Finally she whispered in my ear that she was close at which point we somehow managed to increase our speed. When her eyes shut and she bit her lip I thrust a number of times burying myself to the balls while clamping my mouth on her left breast and nipple. Judy came like gangbusters then calling out my name as she shuddered. My hips continued their rhythm as I again irrigated the depths of her canal.
Judy sank her head against my shoulder as our bodies slowly recovered from our carnal exertions. When sufficiently recovered she raised her head and again met my gaze.
“Okay Peter, I’m ready now. I feel so good that even firing me won’t wipe the smile off my face, at least not right away.”
“Judy you have to promise me that you will be a good girl and not say anything until its official, okay?”
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The next morning I arrived a few minutes late as my body was still recovering from the previous nights debauchery. The first thing I did was head to Chet’s cubicle. His eyes had a haggard look as if he hadn’t slept well and once I arrived he practically jumped to his feet. There was no need for preliminaries so I got right to it.
“Chet you know this isn’t about you or the job you’ve done but I have to let you go. But before saying or doing anything please go and see Mr. Johnson. Good luck.”
He just nodded as if he expected to hear what he did and walked off in the direction of Mr. Johnson’s office. Next I headed to see Judy at her desk. When I arrived her head was down and she was working. After speaking with her I left the cubicle allowing a couple of co-workers to congratulate her for retaining her position. Before I reached my office I ran into Chet who was returning already. He looked pleased at the turn of events and smiled and shook my hand.
“Well I guess its for the best or at least a lot better than it could be under the circumstances” he said to me before I slapped him on the back as he went on his way.
I breezed past Barbara as I entered my office and sat down. She had followed me in and shut the door behind her.
“Well that’s over with now” she stated emphatically. “Now maybe you can return to normal instead of being so distracted that you do silly things.”
“Barbara I know its affected me some but…”
“No buts Peter. However it doesn’t matter because I’ve been vigilant in protecting you.”
As Barbara said this she walked closer and unless I was mistaken I detected the scent of perfume which was unusual to say the least.
“I mean really Peter with what you were up to last evening and being so careless about it.”
Barbara clucked her tongue and though I did my best to show nothing outwardly, inside I was flabbergasted. She perched her willowy frame on the corner of my desk and smoothed out the skirt portion of her dress.
“If one is going to be a naughty boy then one should at least stop making an audio recording to make sure that there is no evidence.”
My jaw dropped as I remembered what I had been doing the previous evening when Judy arrived. The whole episode must have been recorded and Barbara in the course of her duties had discovered it.
“Well don’t worry Peter, no one will find it now. If the wrong person had heard it they might have thought that Ms. Phillips had shamelessly offered her body to you to keep her job and you were complicit and accepted. I know the truth however, that she really couldn’t help herself as you are so damn attractive and the thought of never seeing you drove her to temporary insanity. I know I’ve been on the verge since I started working for you.”
To be honest I was shocked at what she said but what she did next stunned me. Barbara sat on my lap and wrapped her arms around me as she wiggled her supple bottom.
“From now on if you have an “itch” that has to be scratched let me know. I guarantee that I don’t disappoint. In celebration of our new understanding Peter, I’m making a reservation for dinner at a little Italian place near where I live. This way if we have too much wine we’ll be close to my place. Don’t worry I have a toothbrush just waiting for you and I don’t think you’ll be needing pajamas. I plan on bringing a report with me just in case we run into someone from the office so we have plausible deniability. You have to learn to use your head Peter.”
She turned and kissed me and it was quite pleasant especially when she worked her agile tongue into my mouth. After a minute she broke the kiss and got off me, again smoothing her skirt. Barbara fixed her lipstick before heading for the door. As I watched her go I noticed her slim hips positively swayed as she walked out. This was going to be an interesting evening for sure.
THE END
By rutger5 (An original story – copyright 2011)
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Megan and I relax 4

First I would like to thank everyone that voted positive for the past story Megan and I relax Part 3. With all of your help my story reached 90 percent! I really appreciate you guys liking. Once again thank you for reading them and voting positive. Sorry if the ” ” look like question marks. To get background info or to get this story to make sense go to my profile and read my previous parts of Megan and I relax. I apologize if they suck I am trying to change that with the new ones.
 
This is some essential background info. Mom had found her boyfriend two months before this story. His name is Hank and is a really cool man considering he is my mom’s age. I think he is a good match for mom and maybe the two will get married. Megan and I haven’t had any “encounters” since the last time I kicked that kid’s ass. (See my previous story).
 
People clapped and patted me on the back. It was an unforgettable Friday because I had got employee of the month. My dad’s company’s business was booming, it was a good time to work for my dad. They gave me my picture and gave me a frame to put it in. I walked over to get a drink and was patted on the back by my dad. He told me “here you will be getting an extra this every week”. In his hand he held out a one hundred dollar bill and put it in mine. I told him “thank you dad”. After the party I drove home and Megan, my mom, and Hank were waiting for me. They all congratulated me and we exchanged hugs and handshakes. My mom had cooked us some enchiladas and we sat down to eat.
 
When we were done Megan was at the sink to wash the dishes, I gave her my plate and when I was leaving when she grabbed my arm and whispered in my ear “I think you know what we are going to do tomorrow night”. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and I walked to the living room. Mom and Hank were waiting and talked to me, we talked for two hours and then mom asked me a question. She said “Michael can you take Megan and yourself to your aunt’s house for the weekend? Hank and I want it to be just the two of us this week I told your aunt if you can stay at her place and she said it was fine”. I nodded and Megan walked in. Hank left and we all headed upstairs. Mom went to her room and I went to mine. I went on the computer for a while before going to Megan’s room. I walked in and she immediately jumped on me and I was attacked with a montage of kisses to the mouth. I kissed back once and set her down on her bed. I told her what mom had planned for use and all her excitement faded.
 
That night I opened her bedroom door a sat at the end of her bed. She didn’t say anything, and then I told her “Megan, I know you don’t want to go to our aunt’s house. So I reserved a room at a hotel for us to stay at this weekend”. She sat up and said “are you sure”? I said “yeah anything for you.” She said “I love you”. I kissed her and said “I love you too”.
 
“Bye, we’ll miss you!” mom called out to us when we were leaving. Megan had packed a million things even though it was just for a day and a half. We drove a while until we got the hotel and she was amazed. We weren’t at a Motel 6, we were at a full on hotel. I took our bags out and went to the front counter. Megan was already inside looking around and then walked to me and kissed my lips. I whispered “Megan did you forget? We’re still…” She smiled and said “but we’re not near home, we’re far enough for you to be my boyfriend”. She was right we could kiss in public, so I kissed her back and we walked to our room.
 
When she opened the door she was surprised at how nice it was. She walked to the window and looked out. You could see miles and miles from the point we were at. She turned around and said “Mike you are the best boyfriend ever!” while she gave me a big hug, I wish we lived together”. I had something to ask her but didn’t ask then. I told her “anything for the best girlfriend”. Then I said “oh I just remembered I need to go to store, want to come”? She said “sure, what do you need”? I said “it’s a surprise”. I grabbed her hand and we left our room.
 
When at the store we held hands the entire time. I walked to the baby isle and grabbed some baby oil. She looked at me confused then said “what’s the surprise”? I said “if I tell you it won’t be a surprise right”? She smiled and shoved me. She said “only adults tell that to kids”. She came up and kissed me. I said “ok I’m going to give you a massage”. She kissed me and said “ok let’s go back now”.
 
When we came back to our room I set down the oil and Megan said “this is cool, just you and me living together”. We sat down on the bed and I told her “Megan you know that when I leave to college in two years, I’m going to stay in an apartment off campus, right”? She had tears building up and she said “I know, when you leave for college my life is going to be horrible”. I said in a soft voice “when I’m a freshman in college you’re going to be a senior in high school. I know it’s a lot to ask but….” She said “but what”? I said “I was wondering if you would move in with me. There’s a high School near the campus. And there we can be together. She kissed me and she said “of course I will move in with you, but were going to tell mom together. I kissed her and said “ok time for your massage”. She giggled and sat up.
 
I set up towels and she said “this is going to be relaxing”. I said “just a pay back from the time you helped me relax”. She started to strip and oh my goodness her body is even more amazing every time I see it. She walked over and said “thanks a lot for doing this”. She kissed me then lay down. I put the towel over her but and put the oil on my hands. She would let out small noises like if she was relaxing. I rubbed her upper back slowly and put pressure. When I finished I put more oil on my hands and started on the lower back. She would take deep breaths. When I was done with the with her back I went down to the legs.
 
I would rub them and they felt smooth and soft. When I went in for the inner legs my dick was growing at a fast pace. Every time I rubbed and got a bigger boner. I paused for a second and she turned her head back. She noticed my boner and said “oh Mike I almost forgot, we didn’t have celebration sex. Remember I told you”? Of course I remembered but I didn’t want to sound desperate. I said “oh yeah I guess you did”. She turned over and said “ok take off your pants. I didn’t hesitate and pulled them off quickly. She spread her legs and said “this is going to be your best sex ever”. And it was.
 
I drove my rock hard cock into her tight warm pussy. She said “I’m going to make you cum so hard, my pussy is going to flood with all of your juices.” as I pounded her hard. She turned on her side and put her leg on my shoulder. Our skin hitting each other make loud clapping noises that made me pump faster and make me harder. Megan face was just her eyes rolled back and her mouth wide open. She let out gasps and “ohhhs”. She reached for the oil and I pulled out. She rubbed some of it on her hand and rubbed it all over my hard prick. It felt good getting a handjob with the slipperiest oil and the softest hands. She rubbed my dick head slowly and hard. She put more on my cock and turned and put her ass in the air. I smeared some on her clit and stuck my fully erect penis as deep as possible. The oil helped slide my dick farther and then she came with a loud “ohhhhh”. Her juice mixed with the oil and my cock had no trouble going farther. She came again and her cum poured out of her pussy and on to the towel. She screamed I’m going to cum again”. I pounded faster and faster to make that happen. I pushed as far as I could and she put her head up and screamed. Her biggest load of warm cum wrapped my dick which set of a chain reaction and I came with at the cum I had in my body. I shot string after string into her throbbing pussy and every time she would moan, I would shoot more.
 
I pulled back and all of the mixed juices fell out and soaked the towel and sheets. We lay back completely out of breath. We couldn’t speak because the sex we had just experienced. She managed to say “how was that? Was that your best”? I said “It was the best sex I had. And I guess yours too”. She giggled and said “congratulations” and she climbed on top of me and we started making out. I said “Megan, let’s get cleaned up so we can eat”. She kissed me and nodded. We took a hot shower and ordered room service. When we were done eating we laid down to go to sleep. She whispered in my ear “I can’t wait until I can congratulate you again”.
 

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The Princess Steps Out (Part 3)

She awoke to a loud argument. Disoriented, she shook her head to clear the fuzzy
mist that surrounded her brain and clouded her eyes. One voice was especially
powerful; seething with unabashed anger. Her nakedness triggered her memory and
all the images of the last few hours came rushing back to her. She was a
prisoner of African terrorists – and she had willingly fucked two of her captors
ragged. She had seen two men brutally murdered – and she had slavishly sucked
the cocks of those responsible, swallowing their cum, rubbing it all over her
body like cream; revelling in her own perverse lusts and desires. She had
succumbed to the seductive lure of black-skinned Kaffirs – and she had loved
every perverted minute of it.
“Fool!” the angry voice shouted savagely. The exclamation was followed by a
sharp clap of thunder. Looking up she saw the Leader viciously snap his open
palm across Jumo’s face. She saw his bulging eyes and the corded veins in his
neck, and suddenly feared for the poor man’s life. His hand went up again,
poised to strike.
“No!” she screamed, jumping naked from the bed. “No! Don’t hit him again!”
The Leader looked at her, his eyes wide with surprise – and appreciation?
Frantic, she grabbed the first thing she could find to cover her body; Mantu’s
discarded shirt, and shrugged into it. It flapped around her knees as she ran to
Jumo’s side. The man with the Leader moved to intercept her but she ducked under
his arms. Something about him struck her as odd, but in her fear for Jumo’s
life, she discarded the thought.
“Stay out of this, Princess,” the Leader snarled from behind his ski-mask. “This
man has disobeyed my orders. You were not to be molested!” he shouted. “He and
his wormy friend must be punished!”
“You told them to make me comfortable, did you not?” she said, stepping close to
Jumo. She felt his trembling body and couldn’t believe his fear. She realized
that the Leader was an absolute King among these men and his word was law. His
maleness and power radiated to her and she felt the response deep in her loins.
“Yes,” he said, slowly and suspiciously.
“They did not do anything except what I wanted them to do.” she said defiantly.
It wasn’t the whole truth, but it was close enough.
“What are you saying, Princess? That you encouraged them? Willingly
participated? Be plain!” he demanded.
She opened the front of Mantu’s big shirt and, hands on hips, displayed her
naked body. Her nylons were wrinkled, her garter belt was cum stained in several
places and she was missing her shoes, but standing there before him, she saw his
eyes change and felt the power of her white body. Their fascination was just as
strong as hers, she thought. She tossed her head back in a regal gesture.
“Do you doubt my word?” It was an Imperial question delivered in a regal manner,
but inside she was churning. This big man excited her, stimulated her. And it
went beyond the ebony color of his skin.
His deep, rumbling laugh echoed through the loft. He pulled his ski-mask off
reveling his face. She was surprised to find him handsome in a rough manner,
with high cheekbones and sharply defined features. And his eyes – compelling
dark and sensual. She felt his laughing gaze all the way down to her toes, but
especially in her pussy, which had become very wet, very fast.
He stood close to her, his size massive and overpowering. “I am Chuka!” he said,
“That means King.”
His companion, the fourth man, made a biting commentary in their foreign tongue
and he answered angrily.
“Kunta does not like you,” he said softly. She believes Royalty should act like
Royalty and not like a common slut.”
She? The Princess snapped her head around as Kunta pulled off her ski-mask. That
was the oddity she had noted; “he” moved like a woman, not a man. Graceful and
fluid. Kunta was tall and had regal bearing – a queen to the Leader’s King, and
she was instantly jealous – and she had a strong, fully developed body, and was
surprisingly lovely, despite the disapproving scowl on her face.
“She also doesn’t think you’re as good as a Zulu woman, or any black woman, for
that matter.”
This time it was she who laughed. “Look at your men,Chuka. I wore them out!”
Kunta gave Jumo and Mantu a withering glance and they seem to shrivel before her
steely gaze. The Princess had never met a more formidable woman, not even the
Queen, herself, and she was surprised at her own physical reaction to this
compelling woman.
“So, the Royal Princess of Wales likes Kaffir cocks. You show good taste, Your
Highness, we are the best.” His finger traced the shape of her bare tit and she
shivered at his electric touch and a warm trickle of pussy-juice dribbled down
her inner thigh.
“But I think I should still punish these men.”
“Leave them be and you can have me,” she said.
“I could have you anytime I so desired, Princess. You are my prisoner. Or have
you forgotten?”
“Taking me is one thing, giving myself to you is another.” Her voice was low and
husky; seductive. But it was a ploy. Her body craved this man; wanted him to
drag her off and ravish her completely. She wanted to bare every opening of her
silky body to him and have his hard blackness fill her to the brim. But
something made her try to meet him on equal ground and she was confused by her
feeling.
Roughly, he pulled her body to him and forcefully thrust his pelvis up against
her soft flesh. His thickening cock rubbed against her belly and a hot surge of
passion filled her. Her legs went weak and her body trembled from his nearness.
She grabbed his strong arms for support, feeling the nipples of her tits raise
and harden as they rasped against the coarse material of his shirt.
“You will do what I demand to save their worthless lives? he asked; his voice
low and menacing.
Afraid that speech would fail her, she nodded her head slowly. Then, like a rag
doll he propelled her across the room, landing in a heap on the bed. To Kunta,
he spat out foreign commands and she answered angrily. But a sharp look from
Chuka silenced her immediately.
He has such power, such force, she thought. Oh, God, I want him so much. Oh,
Chuka, her mind screamed, fuck me! Fill my body with your big black cock! Use
me!
Engrossed in her own thoughts, she didn’t see Chuka whisper to Mantu, or take
notice of the video camera Jumo and Mantu set up.
Why doesn’t he move? she wondered. Confused, she followed his gaze. All the men
were looking at Kunta. She was undressing. The Princess’s eyes opened wide as
the big Zulu woman stripped off her clothes and bared her body. She was
beautiful! Glossy skin that shined like black marble, big, full tits, perfectly
round; a hard, almost muscular stomach, and long, long tapering legs. Her bush
was tightly tangled with thick, coarse hair; a perfect black triangle. She had
wide flaring hips and large ass-cheeks.
Regal!
The word jumped into her brain as she watched Kunta come towards her. Chuka had
set beside her, but she was too engrossed to noticed, and she jumped when he
spoke.
“It pleases me to be entertained. You and Kunta will perform for me. We will see
just how well you do against a Zulu woman. If you please me, these men will
live. If not, they will die. Do you understand, Princess?”
She looked at him in confusion, not knowing what was expected of her. Then her
head swiveled from his leering eyes to Kunta and back again, and the meaning of
his words became crystal clear. She gasped, and shook her head, unable to find
her voice.
“You want me to . . . want me to . . .” She choked on the words.
“Yes, Your Highness,” Chuka said, with an evil grin, “I do want you to!
“Look at her beauty,” he commanded, “her full ripe tits, big ass, her large
juicy pussy. Look at the color of her skin, how it gleams in the light. Think
what it would feel like beneath your hands; soft and smooth, like black
alabaster. Look at her cunt; the jungle of hair; think of your Royal tongue
sliding into it. Think of its’ black taste; feel her juices flowing down your
throat.”
Chuka ran his hands softly over her body, almost a whisper; stroking her
quivering thighs, and sensitive tits.
“Look at her, Princess,” he said. “Look and open yourself to her. Let her mound
rub against yours, let her play with your lovely titties.” His eyes glowing with
anticipation, Chuka put his lips against her ear. “Let her tongue drive you to
the stars,” he said.
In a trance, she could not take her eyes off of Kunta’s undulating movements;
her sinewy grace, the way her big tits rose and fell with her deep breathing.
Her dry throat burned, but she couldn’t swallow. She stared, wide-eyed; Chuka’s
hypnotic words playing on her brain, and she felt the fierce roar of fire-lust
erupt in her drenched cunt. Her chest heaved and she reached back to grab hold
of the bedstead, pulling herself up; almost into the same position she had been
in when Jumo first kindled the flame of coal-black lust.
The video camera recorded the heated expression on her face, and continued to
roll, but she wasn’t aware of it.
Kunta took Chuka’s place beside her and she cringed with fear and, she realized,
desire. The big, firm tits and the heavy thatch covering the hidden pussy had
turned her on; her hot cunt reacting the same as it would to a naked man. If
anything, the wild feelings were even more intense, more demanding, and,
suddenly shocked, she knew that she wanted to touch the big female Zulu; touch
her, and love her.
The aroma of Kunta’s sudden nearness was sharp and strong, but definitely
female. She turned her head away as the big woman leaned forward, but she could
not stop looking at the magnificent body in front of her. Hungrily, she licked
her lips. Then a strange thing happened. Kunta smiled, lighting her eyes with
the soft glow of passion.
“Do you like what you see, my Princess? Yes? My tits yearn for your touch,” she
said, cupping her large breasts and pushing them up to the Princess’s eyes. The
dark nipples were as big as a pinky-tip, and hard as marble. “My juicy love box
waits to entertain your pretty pink tongue.”
Kunta’s voice was like a warm caress on a cool night. She shivered. With tremors
running through her body, and the tingling of anticipation on her skin, she
slowly nodded. Kunta smiled her lovely smile, and drew her to her womanly body.
“Ooooh, yeeeessss!” she mewed, unaware of how loud her voice was, or how it
affected the men who watched from the darkness, or that her words were recorded
on tape.
She remembered gasping and trembling as Kunta’s lips searched out her own; the
electric touch, the strong hands kneading her sensitive tits, sending bolts of
white-hot lightening to her cunt and her fevered brain; their constant
exploration of her trembling body. She remembered the tongue, long and wet,
slipping into her moist mouth; her own dueling with the long, thick, loving
invader. It slithered down her neck to her tits, circling each nipple, tracing
the roundness of each shaking globe. Large, shapely lips sucked on the tender
tips, making her moan loudly with wicked pleasure.
Another woman – a black woman – was making love to her, and she was responding.
The image was beyond her wildest fantasy. She tugged at the silken scarfs,
pulling herself up, arching her body, giving Kunta access to her quivering
flesh.
“Oh, God, yes! Do that! Oh, it feels so good.”
Kunta’s wiggling tongue traced a wet trail between the valley of her tits, down
and around her belly and into the flaxen tangle of silky hair hiding the pink,
puffy lips of her juicy pussy. Powerful hands grabbed her behind the knees and
pushed her legs up high, spreading them apart. Her cunt gaped, the pussy-hair
glistening with the dewy secretions of her enflamed passions. Her eyes rolled to
the whites and her legs and arms and body went spastic when Kunta’s darting
tongue shot up her boiling pussy. The scream of passion filled the room and
reached out, like a hot hand, to the thick cocks of her black captors making
them twitch with envy and desire.
Chuka heard the words of desire coming from the Princess’s mouth and his
throbbing prick strained to free itself from the constraining pants. He heard
Jumo’s strangled voice extolling the virtue’s of the blonde, thirsting pussy;
its’ silky softness, its’ pink, succulent cunt-meat, its powerful gripping
muscles. He licked his lips and grabbed his hardened cock as a hot, fierce pain
in his balls made him gasp.
Yes, Princess, yes! he thought, show your lust, and your pleasure! Display it
for the world; show them how you love African blackness!
Her hips bucked up against Kunta’s sucking mouth, her tits heaved, and her face
contorted with pleasure-pain. Moaning with abandon, her head twisted from side
to side as Kunta’s wiggling tongue attacked the soft flesh of her flaming cunt.
Sizzling sparks of white-hot pleasure erupted in her brain and showered her body
with their burning brilliance. Through a haze of panting lust she saw Chuka,
naked, standing beside the bed, his eyes aglow, his black skin shiny with heated
passion. He was slowly stroking his gigantic black cock. Her eyes widened and
her breath rushed out of her mouth.
It was magnificent! The Father of all Cocks! Bigger and thicker than either
Jumo’s or Mantu’s; it looked like a huge, ebony tree limb growing, obscenely,
from his groin. The angry purple head with its’ snake-eye waved in front of her
hungry eyes. She licked her lips, in lust and blinding desire.
Kunta’s probing tongue had found its’ way up her tight asshole and she mewed
with new hunger. She saw the men – all of them – watching her; their faces tight
with lust, their cocks out of their pants, standing straight up, hard and stiff.
Her hips hammered at the nimble spear, and she squirmed her asshole around the
twisting pleasure-giver as a shiver of voyeuristic pleasure swept over her.
She was the reason for their lust! Her body was the reason for their desire!
They wanted to be entertained! She would give them their wish! She would give
them more than they ever bargained for!
Filled with a wanton desire to display herself, bare her willing body to all,
she pounced on Kunta, like a cat, pushing the surprised woman to her back.
Nimbly, she squirmed around and stuck her head between the strong, outstretched
legs, driving her tongue into the long, hot, pink slash of the wide open pussy.
The coarse pussy-hair scoured her cheeks and the heat of Kunta’s cunt poured
out, like a volcano, bathing her face in its’ tart aroma. Her tongue swirled in
the lava-like juice and she sucked it down her throat, savoring the special
taste. Cum juice smeared her cheeks.
And the camera captured it all!
She ran her tongue over the big, extended clit; wrapped her lips around it and
sucked it with all her might. Kunta’s screamed her passion, then drove her
tongue deep into her blonde-white hole, making her jump and squirm; her body
rippling with the tremors of exquisite, tiny cums.
Red-faced with exertion, the Princess of Wales snapped her head up. Brows
knitted; a fierce grimace on her face, she tried to scream but the sound stuck
in her throat. Kunta had roughly jammed her middle finger up her ass and her
thumb up her cunt. She could feel the wiggling fingers, separated only by a thin
membrane tissue, straining to touch.
Her hands grabbed Kunta’s thighs and she squeezed the flesh painfully, but the
powerful female Zulu did not let go. She stuck her finger up the woman’s burning
cunt. Then another, and another, and twisted them around, slicking them with
Kunta’s free-flowing juices. Black hips humped against her hand, thrusting up,
trying to prong her cunt on the sticky fingers; trying to quench the roaring
fire that raged in her body.
Blonde hair in disarray, her mind maddened with lust and fury, she shoved her
fingers deeper and heard the ragged, painful choke in Kunta’s throat. Enflamed,
she pulled her dripping hand out of the big woman’s cunt and, with the look of a
wild animal on her face, she, viciously, shoved her entire hand up the gaping,
black hole, twisting her wrist around until it ached, pushing upwards all the
time, until her entire fist was buried to the hilt!
“Aaaaaaah! Aaaaaah! I die!” Kunta screamed, hips bucking in a mad frenzy as her
cunt greased the Princess’s fist with cum-juice; tits heaving as her chest
sucked air deep into her burning lungs. Blinding slivers of pure white light
pierced her brain as the Princess Royal fist-fucked her cunt, making her cum
like a mad-woman.
She pushed the blonde hair from her face; her distinctive hair-do totally
destroyed. Her breathing was hoarse and ragged and her chest ached. Mesmerized,
she stared at her hand, embedded to the wrist in the throbbing black pussy. She
stared in exhausted fascination as Kunta’s hairy cunt slid up her wrist an inch
or two and then back down, finally coming to shivering stop. Slick cum-juice
smeared her skin and she could feel the juices slowly washing back over her palm
and fingers. Her cunt still burned with desire, but her mind registered a
triumph of pleasure.
She had bested the Zulu queen!
Sighing, she pulled her slippery hand out of the hot pussy and dropped beside
the panting woman, her head on her chest. Kunta’s big arm encircled her, coming
to rest on a perky, cherry-tipped tit. Gently, she caressed it.
“You are truly a Princess! A Queen worthy of a King,” she said in a low voice,
full of admiration. “My juices are still flowing,” she said with a small laugh.
“How does the Prince of Wales satisfy a woman such as you?” she asked.
She giggled. “He doesn’t! Today was the first time.” she said, her voice
becoming serious, “. . . with you and them! I’ve never felt this way before . .
. never knew the thrills that . . . their black cocks could give me. I’m almost
pleased that I was taken prisoner, or I would have never known. God,” she said
huskily, “I love big black cock!”
“Would that more of your people would think of us in a less bigoted manner.
Imagine the pleasures we could give one another.”
Chuka’s voice was hard and insistent. She didn’t know what he said, but Kunta
quickly leaped to her feet and fetched a canvas bag, extracting a bottle that
looked to be filled with oil.
She saw that his massive cock jutted out at an angle, waving from side to side;
its sheer weight unable to keep it straight up. Saliva filled her mouth,
excitement filled her eyes, and her cunt began to heat up again. Kunta smeared
the oily mixture on Chuka’s huge prick and balls, making them slick and shiny.
“Let me,” she said, running to Kunta’s side and kneeling in front of Chuka’s
straining prick. Her hands slid up the heavily ridged shaft and she felt it
vibrate under her fingers. Her mouth dropped in amazement. It was bigger than
she imagined; fully ten inches long and as thick as a club. She looked at Kunta
in disappointment, “I’ll never get this club up my cunt,” she wailed, “It’s
bigger than Jumo’s!”
Chuka laughed and his chest swelled in pride. “Jumo and Mantu have prepared you
for a King’s weapon, Princess,” Kunta said seriously, “And the oil will help
ease the way.”
“Enough of this woman talk,” Chuka snapped. “Prepare yourself, Your Highness,
your King has arrived!”
Trembling with want, she eased herself back into bed; taking in the looks of
anticipation and envy on Jumo’s and Mantu’s faces. The sight of their rigid
pricks sent chills up her spine, and her mind was filled with obscene images.
The camera recorded her smile and the graphic gesture her tongue made to each
man.
Chuka’s strong arms encircled her pulling her close; his hot cock, hard against
her tingling flesh. His lips were surprisingly soft and his kiss gentle. She
felt the vibrations in her dewy cunt as her arms went around his neck, and she
returned his kiss with all the passion and denied lust of her body. His tongue
entwined with hers, then darted down her throat; his hands captured her
quivering tits and his rough fingers pinched the steely-hard nipples and stirred
her blood to a boiling pitch. Her cunt squished with hot, creamy juice that
oozed out of her and slide down her thighs like melted butter.

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